Always pushing down a black terror.
Cramming it back in,
Stuffing it into its cage.
Every. Single. Day.
Wake up and shove it down.
Cover it up.
Dress it up.
Pretend I don’t know its name.
Shhh…
I think I know, but I won’t say,
Because everyone would hear.
I can’t have that.
They don’t want that.
Can’t have it out there,
It has been loose before.
There were consequences.
It cost too much.
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